Summer in the Burbs…

Reverendmother from RevGalBlogPals writes:

Summer in the city…or town, or suburb, or hamlet, or burg, or unincorporated zone, or rural area of your choice—pretty much anywhere but the southern hemisphere, it’s summer. (Australians and others, consider this an invitation to take a break from winter for a while.)

1. Favorite summer food(s) and beverage(s)
SUMMER FRUITS! Corn on the cob. Watermelon. Peaches (Georgia belles if I can get them!) Nectarines. Blackberries the size of my thumb. Elderberries (Unsucessful in finding these most of the time…) sigh…
A glass of my Bearded Beloved Spouse’s homebrew. Iced tea with mint and Splenda. Just about any kind of fruit-enhanced margarita.

2. Song that “says” summer to you. (Need not be about summer explicitly.)
Oh dear. Do you REALLY want to know? It’s remembering a collection of songs from Girl Scout camp. All those years of leading sing-alongs… and someone wrote a book on it before I did!!

The first song that came into my head was the camp song I sang at the top of my voice at a stoplight yesterday… (to my daughter’s horror) “Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts…” with all of the motions, and verses.

[Her priceless comment – “Mom. WHY can you remember that song and not the Hebrew alphabet?” – why indeed…]

3. A childhood summer memory
Camping. Family camping (the REAL kind – tents and bugs.) Girl Scout camps of various places: Pisgah and Occoneechee in North Carolina were two I attended the most years.

4. An adult summer memory
Well, both of my babies were summer babies. That’s a pretty special set of memories right there! I would put up their baby pictures but I have been banned from doing that.

5. Describe a wonderful summer day you’d like to have in the near future. (weather, location, activities) sigh… You’re making me long for that perfect day at the beach again. You can see my dreams here…

Optional: Does your place of worship do anything differently in the summer? (Fewer services, casual dress, etc.) Nope. We’re always casual. The services stay the same as far as time and number. And they won’t let me lead any camp songs for worship either…

(who forgot her spoon but has her straw!)

P.S. Watch it here!

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